Funny Quatrain Poems | Examples
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MORBID-19
Gain of function? *
Fauci says it's fiction **
So without hesitation
I embrace salvation
First shot
Globalist propaganda
What's their agenda?
Trusting the media
I welcome mRNA
Second shot
Side effects appear
Should I mutineer?
As I wrangle my fear
The next jab I cheer
Third shot
Again they stab my vein
I feel an intense pain
Clots invade my brain
God I invoke but in vain
Fourth shot
Am I being foolish?
Swimming in a Petri dish
My free will I relinquish
One more dose to finish
Fifth shot
Now and forever
I am a cadaver
Notes:
* Gain of function (GOF) is research to make a pathogen x10 to
x100 times more dangerous than normal.
** Anthony Fauci; infectious disease expert, director of NIAID,
funded Coronavirus GOF research in Wuhan lab in China.
Dasher and Dancer yelled midair
and said to Santa, “We can't fly!
Earth satellites have made a snare
of wireless currents in the sky!”
Then Santa answered, “Use plan B-
come down one level in the sky.
Take care and watch! Don't hit a tree
or steeple top as we zoom by!”
So they both did as Santa said,
though still, they'd be a little late;
made headway now with deer and sled
where techno-waves had low-flow rate!
Why do politicians lie
And our wallets deftly pry,
Puff and bluster all the time
Their intent to cheat sublime.
Are we dumb or just naive
Of that talent to deceive,
Smiles aplenty to go round
While broken promises abound.
Why venerate them so
And not tell them where to go,
Pay good money after bad
The whole thing is rather sad.
When we put them to the test
They begin their quest with zest,
But time passes all too fast
Their resolve's not there to last.
We vote them out and start again
And get another just the same,
This conveyor belt of life
Sure to bring us yet more strife.
What solution may we ask
To complete this ingrate task,
Maybe ply them all with drink
Hoping this will help them think.
As to us, let's tune them out
Find a corner where to shout,
Release the loathing and emotion,
Survive the show and the commotion.
Let's be real and rather blunt
Lest our message we might stump,
There is another old profession
That earns its money by the session.
We might as well embrace the ride
Taking bumps full in our stride,
For if we blot out all the noise
They become mere soulless voids.
rainbows at night
crashing waves in the sky
hearing by sight
as elephants float by
upside down lightning
and blue whale size mice
a cute teddy that’s frightening
rolls a one sided dice
under a stripy square sun
we have death without decay
eating cars in a bun
maps not showing the way
building houses with cakes
leisurely walks to the moon
watching juggling by snakes
slurping trees from a spoon
straight hair that’s curled
and understood mysteries
a fair equal world
aah, impossibilities
The Mirror and The Donkey
Mirror, mirror, up on the wall.
My attitudes the best of all.
And if you want a real gas.
You can kiss my big fat ass.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Kitty
Pet me pet me you know where,
upon my back, stroke my hair.
If you don’t I’ll give you a stare,
pet me pet me you know where.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Each December I begin to write down,
my yearly New Years pledge;
each year that list seems to have grown,
oh, its very windy on this high ledge !
For I know all the pledges will not work,
just like they failed before;
I swear, I write them from my heart,
why not just get the old list from the drawer !
So this time I am writing just for fun-
will not use a bank ATM;
one day I tried five- for a $40 sum,
it left me in a breakdown of mayhem !
Will not buy from Facebook's Market Place,
saw an item wanted;
I must pick up- what a wild chase,
at last found it but the house looked haunted !
Will not eat pizza, cheese, peanut butter,
'cause this stuff makes me sick;
feeling like I ate a crater ...
I know that these simple pledges will stick !
Oh, life was good, the days were sunny
Every taunt, every insult seemed funny,
I loved all my foes and friends to a fault
and ate my dessert with a pinch of salt.
With a dash of vinegar, some sour cream
I turned nightmare into the sweet dream,
Aches, pains, cramps and shivering cold
For pennies my profound thoughts I sold.
I buried my legs in the sands knee deep
I laugh with the wind, with the sea I weep,
I frolic in the rain, waddle in the puddle
the state of the world’s a pitiable muddle.
9/30/2023
I have heard this saying all of my life,
There is just no handbook, for any age!
I hear it still~ and it fills me with strife.
These Dudley-Do-Rights, please turn the page?
Get a life, and let us spread our wings!
We give you space to be who you are!
None of your business if we had a fling.
Smile and get a fresh cookie from a jar.
I DON’T KNOW
HOW TO ACT MY AGE
I’VE NEVER
BEEN
THIS OLD BEFORE!
~~
She flits around the room like a butterfly.
Gorgeous and vivacious that’s my girl going by.
All across the floor dress up clothes are strewn.
Like a butterfly she flits around the room.
She lights up the place with her infectious smile.
Never in one place for more than a short while.
She’s our dream come true, such a pretty face.
With her infectious smile she lights up the place
The sun shines brighter when she is around.
She comes running to show me what she’s found.
A smooth shiny rock or a ladybug to delight her.
When she is around the sun shines brighter.
Whenever she dances her little fingers wiggle.
She finds so many things funny, her cute little giggle.
The cuter she gets the more our life enhances.
Her little fingers wiggle whenever she dances.
She is so full of life our spirited, happy little elf.
When she paints a picture, she also paints herself.
She is a blessing from God for me and my wife.
Our spirited, happy little elf, she is so full of life.
My love has passed away. What can I say?
I could tell so many stories from his life.
Things sad or funny. I could talk all day,
for no one knew him better than his wife.
I want for everyone to know that he
would lift me up, yet now he’s past the sky!
I hope he’s looking down on you and me.
Know this though: where he’s gone, doves don’t quite cry.
Mourning doves – when they cry – shed tears of joy.
They bring us peace though we be sorrowing.
I see my husband’s smile. It’s that of our boy.
Our children’s hopes we should be borrowing.
Loved ones live on through memories we share
with one other till we’ve all passed on
to the shining side, for I know that’s where
I’ll greet my love again one glorious dawn.
I've never seen a more comical face
than that of a giraffe begging for corn.
Its black tongue makes it look like a nut-case,
as its eyes stare down with an air of scorn.
Giraffes have a long triangular head
that sits high atop a serpentine neck.
And yes, they get disgruntled; enough said,
they are known to leave car windows a wreck.
Don't let its eyelashes play with your mind;
it's batting them for food; it's not a wink.
And don't think it's harmless, gentle, and kind;
it's far more belligerent than you think.
It stands aloof with a smug expression,
impertinently demanding handouts.
I don't want to give the wrong impression,
but stay alert when giraffes are about.
They Know Who
(Has The Money)
By: Miracle Man
7/13/2023
I’m long past the age where,
those younger, look past me as if I don’t exist.
Some even dare to stare,
often I’m tempted to be surly, but I resist.
Sometimes they force a smile,
maybe say something I’ll think is funny.
But that’s better than being hostile,
when asking an oldster to donate money.
“The older you get the greater you were”
Lee Grosscup
Sassy Patsy Pugglespuff
Sat in the mire
Wasn't feeling warm enough
So set her hair on fire.
Little upstart, young showboat
Lots of bluster full of gloat,
Been there minutes, thinks he knows,
Blind ambition and it shows.
They say he's bright and tough to boot,
Compared to me, now that's a hoot,
What's Yale and Harvard, simply names,
The constant ones he repeatedly proclaims.
As to the Navy, are we to be impressed,
He only served so he'd be thought best dressed;
The lawyer bit, now that brings on a shiver,
The very thought entwines my liver.
Now as to his wife,
I will admit she's rather nice,
But then let's pause to look at mine,
And tell me if she doesn't her outshine.
So there's no doubt whichever way you cut it,
I Trump this kid with character and wit,
He may be smart, but I'm the stable Genius,
Him all hot air, with me my smarts are intravenous.
As I ponder how I should react,
Knowing I’m the very best at tact,
I thought I'd stick to what I do so well,
While he drones on, I'll just my winning vision sell.
America needs me, not some kid wet behind the ears,
Whose monotone delivery brings us all to sleepy tears,
With me you get that vibrant lively spark
The choice quite clear, a Guppy or a Shark?